As Lyarea made her way to the town centre, a shadow passed overhead and there was a loud whirring of motors. Looking up, she saw it was a sky-ship. A logo she'd seen frequently in her travels was painted on both sides; the Church of Mére. 

Only the most senior members used them. Why were they here? Perhaps they were visiting the Arcadian monarch; she wondered why they needed to travel here so quickly—

[i]A good question. Listening in on them would be an excellent use of your capabilities—[/i]

The barest shred of annoyance at having her thoughts interrupted, and a wave of shushes drowned it out. 

She reached the town centre soon after. There was a fountain with a statue of a woman, Mére probably, and a few others milling about. A girl slightly younger than her stood at the fountain. She was golden-haired and wearing an extravagant white dress. The bride, certainly. 

Her family had to be wealthy. Not nobility; that would've been splashed all over the posters. The sweet young daughter of a rich merchant, beloved by the town...

She shook her head. It was in the past. There was never anything she could have done, and there was nothing she could do now. 

It occurred to her that she should introduce herself, congratulate her on her marriage. She put away her mask and walked towards the younger girl. 

"Hello," she said from behind her. "You must be Elizabeth Tite." People started shouting at that moment, and she turned her head slightly to look at the commotion.